Grrr...
"Wh-Why don't I have any cheat like other transmigrators?"
Under the night sky of an unfamiliar world, a black-haired boy wandered the streets, glancing helplessly at his surroundings.
The buildings mostly followed Greek architecture, a gothic-style church stood ahead, and a huge tower reaching into the sky in the center of sight, the prototype of which is probably the Tower of Babel.
In addition, there are some buildings of different cultures style, as if a collection of myths had been thrown together.
His name was Ronen, a transmigrator from Earth. One moment, he was home.
Next moment he had landed in this unknown world.
Those fantasy stories about having a harem and reach the pinnacle of life after coming to another world.
Total nonsense!?
He can't even understand and communicate in the basic language of this place.
If you're a waste on Earth, how on earth you expect to be someone superior here? It just idealistic to thinking. It is impossible no matter how hard you think.
Although he is not a loser, he is not the kind of person who is born with knowledge, he wasn't some natural genius. He had no overpowered skills, no magical gifts, no resources. Just surviving was already a struggle.
Forgot it ..Worse of all, he still can't understand the language.
After several failed attempts to communicate, he was driven away by the impatient boss and had no choice but to wander the streets.
With no food and no shelter ...sigh
"I'll give it one last try. I hope the priest in the church will have some sympathy. Otherwise, I'll have to spend the night in starving in some alley. Damn it so col-cold..I …"
"Fuck, when have I ever suffered this kind of punishment?"
Grumbling to himself, Ronen approached the faintly glowing church.
He knocked. The large wooden doors creaked open.
Surprisingly, the person in the church was not a priest, but a beautiful white-haired girl wearing a black Lolita dress.
Except for the fact that the eyes are blue instead of red, which is a bit regrettable.
Can't fullfill Asia otaku dream of real life white hair, red eye beauty.
"Um… are you ?"
Her soft voice brought him back to reality.
"Uh… hi."
Ronen rubbed his stomach as he spoke, which made a gurgling sound. He then put his hands together on the left side of his cheek and made a 'sleeping' gesture. Finally, then put them in a pleading gesture.
"You don't speak the common language of the mainland?"She looked at him with genuine concern.
She thought for a moment but second without hesitation, extended her hand in an inviting gesture and asked, "Would you like to come in?"
"Thank you."looked at the girl in surprise, and then walked in at her invitation.
he was really surprised by her kindness.
"Being hungry must be uncomfortable. Here, eat something."
The girl spoke gently and handed him a piece of bread. It looked soft enough—not the kind that could be used as a weapon like a baguette.
He glanced at her. Her face was flawless , her clothes were clean and bright, her hands soft and delicate—she looked every bit the pampered noble lady.
She wouldn't give me her dinner if she had nothing else to eat… right?
Grrr~
Just as he was thinking this, a similar sound came from her stomach.
"Umm."
she blushed. showing a shy expression, looking extremely attractive.
This made his eyes waver slightly .
He looked at his hands and took out a handkerchief from his pocket, gently split the bread in half, and offered one piece to her.
"Want to share?"
With a bright smile, she accepted. "Thank you. I don't mind eating it directly, really."
Is this what they mean by cherry-like lips?
This kind of elegant, pure girl—she'd almost non-existent on Earth.
He quickly finished his half of the bread. It wasn't enough to feel full, but it eased the pain.
The feeling of being hungry is so uncomfortable.
It's not the first time he has experienced it, but he feels very uncomfortable every time.
She passed him a cup of water. He thanked her again.
"I'm Meteria, a follower of Hera."
She smiled warmly, pointing to herself and repeating, "Meteria."
Introducing yourself?
"Mete...ria?"
He mimicked her pronunciation .
"That's right, Meteria. Don't forget it!"
She seemed delighted.
"I'm Ronen."
He pointed to himself. "Ronen."
"Ro..nen"
She struggled a bit with the pronunciation.
Though they didn't speak the same language, he was used to learning new ones.
He picked up her name in one try. Meteria, on the other hand, seemed like a typical medieval noble girl—not exactly a language prodigy.
And Chinese, after all, was one of the hardest languages in the world.
"That's right, Ronen."
He smiled, nodding as she tried again.
Despite the language barrier, the atmosphere between them was surprisingly pleasant.
"Come to think of it, are you the only one here?"
Ronen looked around and curiously then gestured at her.
She quickly understood.
"Yes, my sisters are out on the expedition. I don't have the talent of an adventurer, so I can't help them. I can only pray here."
Meteria gestured, then clasped her hands together and made a prayer gesture towards the front of the church.
Perhaps this way of communication was rather novel, and she couldn't help but giggled.
"Pray for your family?"
Ronen blinked, catching her meaning.
So you're here alone… and still dares to open the door for a stranger like me?
A sense of unease crept up in Ronen. Not for her, but more about himself.
She looked fragile. But this was a different world.
For a girl like her to confidently open the door to a stranger… there were only a few possibilities.
Either she had some kind of magical power and could easily defeat him.
Or she was a naïve noble girl who didn't understand danger.
Or worst of all—she is actually similar to Arya, the noble lady in Akame ga Kill who specifically targets country people.
He knew it was rude to think that way, but caution was necessary or In this strange world, you may not know how you die .
"Fear out of insufficient strength…"
Being powerless and alone in a strange world made him feel truly uneasy and insecure.
Perhaps sensing this, Meteria grabbed his hand, smiled gently, and said something, as if to comfort him , trying to reassure him.
You, a noble lady, directly held my hand and comforted me. Aren't you to gentle?
Her hands were soft—but Ronen expression became even stiffer, couldn't help but imagine them holding a scalpel, cutting out his kidney. His expression stiffened even more.